THE TWISTERS that SHOOK ALABAMA
The story is about my hometown. This is where I grew up. I left there when I was twelve years old. Do not remember much. I do remember the storms .Nothing like 2011. The month was April, the twenty-seventh, on Wednesday morning. I felt like I was in the Wizard of Oz. I was watching the news about the storms coming our way. We were staying with our niece. She lived in a trailer when there was a bad storm coming your way. You get out, says the news people. That was what I began to do. I called my mother's friend in Pisgah. I rang her number. "Hi, Doris, how are you?" she said. She was fine. "Ask me how I am doing?" I told her I was okay, but there was a real bad storm coming. "Can we come to your house?" she said yes. Before we finished our conversation, I told her I would be there later. I was really scared. The storm was rated a 10; you do not mess around with that kind of number. That is high. storms can be real bad i saw things i had neversaw before houses were gone trees uprooted it was as if we were in a ghost town those people lives will never be the same to me it was like a soldier came home to a war not from a war looking for their familys who were lost and they had to find them their hearts were broken tears came from their eyes they could not sleep all they could do is pray to God for guidance and go on with their lives i am sure they will face the nightmare many times over nothing can replace loosing a love one are a close friend.
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